#sensory input

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

My Sensory Contradictions as an Autistic Person

Neurodivergent Lou

[feastingonchrist]

like genuinely where can i advocate for adult occupational therapy (the sensory diet stuff they do for children - not sure what that’s called) FOR. ADULTS???????? I just know i would absolutely thrive and i wanna get some stuff i can have at home. I forgot how much work was regulating for me sensory wise only…,, being a teacher’s aide for 2 year olds is very hands on. It helped my proprioceptive input by holding them, hugs, patting them to sleep. Opening things for them, holding their hands and walking with them, throwing toys, etc. And then in PE i would walk on the balance beam and the floor tiles/turtles every day either by myself or with them. I need to get me a weighted vest and look up sensory activities to do, what types of input i need and how often, and how to use sensory regulation tools before bed that way i get better sleep. So many ideas out there. The other stuff i need help with which would be emotional, mental and processing life changes and routine stuff and stress management. That is the part i’m really missing that i need to access outside my home with a therapist and also they’d be able to help with all of it. All of the restricted-repetitive behaviors and struggles make my communication deficits worse and i should’ve been writing/typing more for me and to communicate w family. like here recently i have been losing my ability to speak until 5/6 pm. In the last 2.5 weeks almost daily. I just learned that art therapy, music therapy, somatic therapy, when done correctly, can operate like occupational therapy does and has been successful for autistic people. It is crazy to me that i was diagnosed 4 years ago thinking and hoping it’d give me access to support when there is no therapy for autistic adults (some cases go up to 21 but i have seen like maybe 2 resources for that). I am struggling pretty bad but i do feel very relieved that this could be an option for me. It can be a two in one sort of thing is what i’m trying to say. It has taken me so long to find anything and i didn’t KNOW about other forms of therapy for autistic people….. but i’m gonna look into it some more because i neeeeddddd support and not advocating for myself is not kind. So YAY for some hope and pray for me to bring this up to my mom! 🥳😭

[nicxxx5]

god i hate the time of year when my hands start to dry out. they feel so fucking gross and putting on lotion ALSO feels so fucking gross. even my nails feel gross AND the skin at the edge of my nails is peeling. i just want to rip off my skin and nails

[amihungryorbored]

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[itsgivingautism]

SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPPP

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*screaming at machines bc I’m getting overstimulated by too much sensory input going into sensory overload*

[catucino]

“The Observer”

I’m always on the outside, but not in the way you might think. It’s like I exist in the spaces between people and moments, observing from a distance. While others rush through the world, lost in conversation and laughter, I stand apart, noticing the intricate details that go unnoticed. I don’t always know how to step in or say the right thing, but I don’t mind watching. In fact, it’s what I do best.

Sounds hit me first, before I even have time to think. The way someone’s shoes squeak against the floor or how their breath catches when they talk, as if they’re holding back more than just words. A door closing somewhere far off, the hum of a lightbulb, the softest rustle of fabric as someone shifts in their seat. I hear it all, and my brain grabs onto each piece like it’s filing it away for later. Sometimes it’s overwhelming, like the world is too loud and too bright, but other times, it’s like piecing together a puzzle no one else can see.

Smells are like that too. A latte with too much cinnamon, a faint hint of someone’s perfume, or the scent of rain on the air just before it starts falling. Each one shapes the space around me, colouring the atmosphere in ways that other people don’t seem to notice. My mind spins stories out of these sensory fragments - tales of where they’ve come from, why they’re here, what they mean. Yet, as I create these narratives, I feel a disconnection from the people who walk past, too engrossed in their own lives to notice the beauty in the details.

I observe people, but l often struggle to understand them. I notice how their eyes flicker when they're nervous or how their fingers fidget when they're bored. Their laughter can seem joyful, but I can't always grasp why. Sometimes I can see they're upset, even when they're smiling, like their bodies betray their hidden emotions. I see everything, but I don't always understand what I see. It's like watching a foreign film without subtitles - full of emotion, yet I'm lost in translation. Although l'm observant, I can be heavily oblivious to things most people find obvious, missing the cues that guide social interactions and relationships.

It's isolating, this feeling of being on the outside looking in, like there's a glass wall separating me from everyone else. I can hear their conversations, see their interactions, but I can't quite reach them. I often wish I could break through that barrier, to be part of the laughter and the warmth. But when I do find myself in those moments, it can be just as bewildering. I feel like a ghost, floating among them, able to witness but unable to engage fully. The subtle shifts in conversation, the nuances of body language - they all elude me. I'm left feeling confused, yearning for connection but unsure how to find it.

Sometimes, all the sensory input can be too much. It feels like I'm drowning in it, overwhelmed by the flood of sounds, sights, and smells. Yet, in quieter moments, I find solace in my role as an observer. I love the beauty in the hidden, the unnoticed. I may not understand expressions or body language, but I can feel the shifts in energy, the currents that run beneath the surface.

I like being an observer. I like that I see things that others don't, piecing together little stories from the fragments everyone else walks past. I may not always feel a part of the moment, but I'm still connected to it in my own way. Watching from the outside, noticing the details, it's like I'm part of something bigger, something hidden but beautiful.

There’s a quiet strength in the way I observe things, like I’m collecting bits and pieces of stories that fill the spaces around me. It’s as if I’m weaving together a tapestry from the little moments and details of the world, even if I don’t always know where I fit into it.

I embrace my perspective, finding joy in the little things; like the softness of a rainy day or the warmth of a cup of coffee in my hands. It's okay to be on the outside sometimes. I find love in my observations, and even when I’m surrounded by others, I often feel a quiet solitude that allows me to experience the world in a different way.

💌 M x

[crewdlydrawn]

“Why don’t you go touch some grass” seasonal/climate-dependent, mobility limited, not considerate of folks with narsty nature allergies

“Why don’t you go have a tactile sensory input break” broader interpretation, more ability-inclusive, accounts for us carpet goblins who make wee berber angels with our leggies

[kaonarvna]

I (a grown man) have bought myself a sensory sock (imagine a stretchy beanbag cover for your human body) and

It makes me unreasonably comfortable. I'm just a sensory little guy. I feel like a big enclosed worm or pupa on the sofa. It's great.

It's not tight, there's ample wiggle room, I can walk around. But, when you try to move too much, it pulls things in. It's nice. Can't believe I didn't buy one sooner.